Whence He Came The Lonely Road
remember to forget her,
the memories tattooed on reflective surfaces.
scars are only beauty deep
yet you find pleasure in your pain.
is this your remedy, has this remedy gone wrong.
you sleep with one light on, the silent comforter.
nostalgic is a lonely road.
he writes his melodies and sings them lullabies.
better days, i've known them
but as these days grow older,
we inch much closer to the one.
the day as life has begun.
the grievances run deep
to fill the emptiness.
and pain's a welcome friend,
your sorrow's everything to you...
for hope's such a stranger here.
this cherishing of memories is slowly destroying him
grasping the past with a tightening fist, he let's go...
go free.
